On the outskirts of Beijing, the grass is decaying. In a dilapidated wooden house far away from the crowd, a graceful and luxurious man in brocade clothes condescendingly looked down on a limp undercover person, surrounded by masked soldiers standing in twos and threes, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Long time no see, old friend." Zhou Rong sneered in a fierce tone, "Shang Lu, do you know how many years I've been bothering to find you?" ”

The man who was paralyzed on the ground turned his eyes to the other side, disdainful to look at Zhou Rong more.

"Hmph. Do you know why I didn't finish you off in Chunmanlou and went to great lengths to bring you here? Zhou Rong's cheeks twitched, and he sneered viciously, "Because I Zhou Rong is doing things, I must cut the grass and eradicate the roots!" If you can't do it in five years, it's ten years! I will be better off by killing all those who are not good for me. ”

Zhou Rong saw that Shang Lu was still stubborn to death, and after sneering, he said more clearly: "If I'm not mistaken, that pharmacist named Jingmo is also your fellow disciple of Xinglin Valley, right?" ”

Shang Lu, who fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhou Rong, his eyes full of scarlet bloodshots. Zhou Rong snorted at him fiercely, raised his foot and crushed one of Shang Lu's hands heavily, and sneered:

"I forgot, I didn't poison you back then, but you became a half-dead paralytic. You are really calm, you have been hiding for ten years, and you are still living in this world! ”

Zhou Rong stepped on one of Shang Lu's hands with all his strength, and kept twisting it, Shang Lu was so painful that the green tendons on his forehead burst out but he couldn't make a sound, and let Zhou Rong scold and scold in his mouth:

"I heard that it is under the careful care of your junior sister that you have survived to this day. Your junior sister must still be in the dark about what happened back then, right? Tsk, think that even I am scared for you! ”

Suddenly, the old wooden door creaked open with a stagger, and the soldiers in the wooden house immediately drew their swords and faced each other. Zhou Rong raised his eyes, his sharp and vicious expression suddenly became gentle and peaceful, and he walked towards the door:

"Wan'er! Why are you here, it was the county lord who went too far that day, don't be angry with Zhou Lang. I've got a picture for you—"

As he spoke, Zhou Rong suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the words froze when they came to his mouth. He looked back at Shang Lu who had fallen to the ground with a complicated expression, and then looked at the woman in front of him who was dressed in a pure plain dress, and the heavy makeup and glamorous makeup in his memory had faded, like a white lotus in the wind standing fearlessly in front of him.

Zhou Rong's face suddenly became gloomy, more ugly than the sewage pond on a thunderstorm, he stared intently at the uninvited woman in front of him, and asked her word by word: "You, is the female pharmacist in Qinyuan, Jingmo?"

"It's more than that." Jingmo was calm and determined, her gaze was as firm as ice, "I am also the only female disciple of Xinglin Valley Shituoqing's sect - Jingmo." ”

Zhou Rong stumbled as if he couldn't hold it for a while, and he frowned in disbelief and looked at Jingmo's face, which was a face that he was extremely familiar with and unfamiliar with.

"Do you know what awaits you here?" Zhou Rong stared at Jingmo with complicated eyes.

"I've lived an extra decade." Jing Moxiu's eyebrows shrugged slightly, her nails were heavily buckled into her palms, her eyes looked back at Zhou Rong deeply, her tone was as relaxed as a feather, and she said slowly, "Since I came here today, I never thought about getting out of here alive." But I want to know the truth and let me understand that the ten years of hiding in Tibet are not in vain. ”

Zhou Rong frowned, the yin momentum of the whole person was bound by some emotion in his heart, he slowly approached Jingmo, raised his hand to caress her smooth cheeks without fat powder with infinite pity, and his fingertips fell on Jingmo's cherry red lips. At this moment, Zhou Rong's eyes seemed to contain his life's affection, and he muttered softly:

"This face once made me fall in love at first sight in Chunmanlou; This lip once served me tea. My Wan'er, don't you know, I've lived most of my life, and you're the first person who makes me feel less lonely. How could I be willing to kill you? You see, last time you said you liked my early double-nested paintings, I made a picture just for you. ”

Saying that, Zhou Rong uncharacteristically patiently uncharacteristically showed the painting he took out of his sleeve in front of Jingmo little by little. Jingmo saw that the apricot blossoms all over the mountains and fields in the painting were in full bloom, converging into a beautiful sea of fragrant snow, a woman looking back and smiling expectantly among the flowers, and a middle-aged man sitting outside the sea of flowers calmly tasting tea and painting, and next to the painting, there was a familiar inscription:

There are microwaves, and the residual makeup is difficult to rectify.

This is the first time Jingmo came to Zhou's mansion, he was held in Zhou Rong's arms and casually replied to his poem. Jingmo stood in place at a loss, his mind complicated and difficult to discern.

Zhou Rong took another step forward, only a stone's throw away from Jingmo, between the four eyes, Zhou Rong took a deep breath, and said quietly: "Xu Fei's death made me understand a problem, killing people is sometimes not the most convenient way. Wan'er, oh no, Jingmo Jing Yakushi, I won't kill you, don't you like to pretend to be a prostitute? I'll let you taste what it means to have suffering, and what it means to live as well as die! ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Rong motioned to a few government soldiers to take down Jingmo, and shouted fiercely: "Rip off her clothes for me!" Pick up naked! ”

"Hum-huh-"

A desperately visceral muffled sound came from between the paralyzed throats on the ground. Shang Lu lay straight on the ground, full of strength, glaring angrily, looking frightened, trying to stop something, but he couldn't move at all. Zhou Rong looked at it jokingly like watching a dog roll, and sneered on the side:

"Yo, Shang Pharmacist, do you know that you feel sorry for your junior sister at this time? That's right, she not only takes care of you wholeheartedly, but also comes here for you desperately, so deep and righteous, even Zhou was moved. By the way, Jing Pharmacist still doesn't know the relationship between Shang Pharmacist and me back then, right? ”

Shang Lu suddenly opened his scarlet eyes wide and round, staring at Zhou Rong almost viciously, panting heavily, trying to stop something but unable to do anything. Zhou Rong smashed Shang Lu's chest with a kick, hammering his five organs with a shock, Jing Mo exclaimed in surprise but was stopped by the government soldiers, only to hear Zhou Rong sneer gloomily:

"Hmph, it's all at this time, what else are you pretending to be in love? The reason why you are willing to give me the map of Xinglin Valley is not because I promised you to kill your junior sister in case she takes away your position as the valley master! ”

"What......" Jingmo was shocked, her knees weakened, she fell to the ground, tears had blurred her eyes for some time, but a pool of autumn water was full of dead silence and sorrow, she asked Shang Lu with difficulty, "Senior brother, is what he said true?" ”

Shang Lu put away his fierce gaze at Zhou Rong, he slowly met Jing Mo's hopeless eyes, Jing Mo saw irrefutable remorse and abyssal apology in his eyes, and her whole heart suddenly seemed to be overturned, shattered, and unconscious by a huge wave.

She sat on the ground in a daze, looking at Shang Lu who was lying paralyzed not far away, she suddenly laughed, and her shoulders trembled with laughter. The government soldiers behind her lifted her up like a prisoner, and continued to follow Zhou Rong's instructions, stripping off her clothes layer by layer. And Jingmo didn't resist, a pair of dead and empty eyes fell on Shang Lu fixedly, and he giggled with an ethereal expression.

Near the city gate, two fierce horses neighed and galloped, but they couldn't be tamed and desperately went to the city, and on the horseback, the hand that drew the thirteen reins was worn out, but it still couldn't beat the trained beasts of the rich and noble. His gaze passed through the barren grass outside the city, looking for the abandoned teahouse in Manman's mouth, but the horse under his crotch almost carried him and turned his head and ran towards the place where he came.

"Dismount!"

When Jingmo's clothes were stripped to only a thin undergarment, her face was as cold and senseless as death, like a extinguished candlestick, and the wooden house was sometimes cold and windy, but she was stunned, as if she was fighting against her life.

A soldier who was picking up clothes saw Jingmo's delicate and looming slender jade body, and he had the courage to say to Zhou Rong: "My lord, since this woman is a prostitute, it is better to enjoy it cheaper!" ”

A cold light suddenly rose in Zhou Rong's eyes, and he took two steps forward, pulled out the sword of this bold soldier, and stabbed him fiercely under his crotch, and a howl made everyone retreat again and again.

"No light or heavy dog things!" Zhou Rong shook her viciously and said, "Tie her up with a rope!" Wan'er, although you owe me, I haven't forgotten the seven-day covenant you said! I want you to let your senior brother, who has been taking care of you, see with your own eyes how you are ruined by me! ”

As he spoke, Zhou Rong pushed Jingmo, whose hands and feet were firmly bound, on the straw next to the wall. Shang Lu cried and screamed in his mouth, trying to stop Zhou Rong, but in vain, he tried his best in pain, and his eyes fell on the small table not far from him, on which a candle was lit and flickering.

Zhou Rong untied his clothes hatefully, and at the same time clasped Jingmo's chin, and shouted in a deep voice:

"You, if you are willing to be Zhou Lang's Wan'er, I will let you go, do you agree?"

After Jingmo made a senseless struggle, he looked at Zhou Rong's old and cloudy eyes with great calmness. She opened her mouth slightly, biting the tip of her own tongue, a bleak smile on her lips, and her eyes were full of unloveable determination.

Zhou Rong and Shang Lu shouted loudly in unison: "No! ”

With a "flutter", Hua Thirteen fell in the muddy barren grass, his white shirt stained with blood and mud, like a prisoner returning from exile. His eyelids twitched suddenly, and he looked up at a deserted wooden house that was faintly visible in front of him, muttering the name of Jingmo, but found that billowing black smoke seemed to rise above the wooden house, and the black smoke became thicker and thicker, gradually exposing the raging fire, and the raging flames burned more and more vigorously by the dry and fierce north wind, and in an instant the flames soared into the sky, like a burning cloud.

Jingmo!

When the wind blows, Hua Thirteen suddenly trudged through the mud as if he was dying, stumbling all the way and unconsciously rushing towards the burning wooden house, he was getting closer and closer to the fierce firelight, and at this moment, Jingmo was getting closer and closer to the brink of death......